Lyrics:
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
at the club, we got so buck, we try to tear up some shit
Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch wit' the .357
Our main goal in life is an opposite Heaven, Triple 6,
at the club, we got so buck, we try to tear up some shit
Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch wit' the .357
Our main goal in life is an opposite Heaven, Triple 6,
ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
My life I'm livin', plenty fine dimes
a stick when you put up your fist
I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
to take
Your grandma out you got to know 'bout shit
To talk 'bout shit
Why the fuck you think I talk like this?
In any hood that you go, it's the same
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
you ever meet a thug in a by with a look eyes looking all fly
Y'all get to talking see her in a club you lock eyes real life
I could take you to the sky
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
the club at like 10 o'clock
And the spot is hot, blowin' up rooftops
This is Thursday night and the night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cause they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend
singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smoking section in heaven
No more be buckin your luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't
the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cuz they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Y'all
a nigga spot you catch me posted' like a billboard
What's in my pocket junkies come around they ah kill for
Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
but who else is this loud
I'm a producer with a little bit of mouth
I got too much to say to be trapped behind the mouse
Tell your man keep his chain
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
I, I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I know why you came
In this club tonight
Looking for a nigga that's gon' change your life
I don't know
This life is what I choose, Hip-Hop though bad or good
I love it from my inside, eyh
Almost there I won't quit now, eyh
Abondoned by my niggaz, insulted
Looking for a nigga that's gon' change your life
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my
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